Yes she knew, I think I was 14 or 15 when I told her I liked girls clothes.
Yes she knew, I think I was 14 or 15 when I told her I liked girls clothes.
Have never uttered a word of it to Mom. She?s 82 and still very with it . It?s not proper, but she has said I?m her favorite ( out of her 6 boys) . Could it be she unknowingly connects with my feminine side ? Just can?t see telling her or the rest of my family.
If you only knew the power of the pink fog! ~Joss
Never came right out and told her, but I'm sure she knew. So few hiding places for my clothes. Not that she was nosy, just almost impossible to keep everything hidden.
I wish I had told her.
I don't wear women's clothes, I wear MY clothes !
Good Lord No. She would have cast some crazy Italian curse upon me. I had to show my father my stash however when I was 10. I got caught with firecrackers at school and had to give them up. He followed me to my hiding place in an old heater vent. Not sure if he ever told my mother.
I did not tell her. Who else would have snapped the strap on her sole black bra? She and my father tried to hunt me down like a rabid dog. They were homophobic to the core.
Short answer: No.
Long answer: Hell no! She criticize my male-self for everything under the sun and is master of emotional manipulation and blackmailing. One example to tell them all: Some time ago I had noticeably more weight on me, not to be obese, but I definitely wasn't slim and when I lost the weight (still had a bit more kg/pounds than I have now) she said I look sick how skinny I am. And when I visited her few months later she said that she's still getting used to how scrawny I am.
Imagine the carnage if she'd find out I'm a CD.
I told my Mom a few years ago. It literally rocked her world. I kind of regret it as it shattered her image of me.Originally Posted by Stefanie Taylor
Luckily I think she has forgotten due to other issues.
Thereb is much more background to this but I will keep that private.
One day your life is going to pass before your eye's, Make sure it is worth watching.
Eddie Izzard said it best "I am an action tranvestite".
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As someone who is now in his 70's, I told my mother about my wearing dresses and heels about 7 years ago. She passed away this past August at the age of 98 years. Her reaction? "Why do you want to wear 3 inch heels? I never did." She also said men will wear skirts someday. Other than that, there was no reaction.
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By the time I felt comfortable enough to tell her, she had severe dementia. There would have been no point in telling her, because she would never remember it. One of my biggest regrets is never going shopping with her as mother and daughter. On the other hand, I suspect she knew all along but was too embarrassed to mention it.
What do I do on days when I don't crossdress? I have no idea.
My mother caught me once as a child, and found my stash another time. I never confessed but should have. I'd like to do it nowadays to make amend for that lie but not sure it makes sense to bother her now with this.
I did. At age nine for Halloween, I asked her to dress me up in a maxi skirt and an off the shoulder blouse and a wig. I had a great time. But it was only that one time. Soon thereafter, my younger brothers and sisters became old enough to tattle and gossip. I am the eldest of fourteen. I kept it secret from then forward.
It turned out to be a wise course of action. The most important rule growing up in my family was anything you say or do can be used against you. For my parents, their rule was in any dispute between children, the younger is always right. That explains why I ghosted them as much as possible. I had a job outside the household from age ten forward and I joined the Army as soon as I could get in. I still have little contact with them because those two rules still are in full force.
I never told mom. She is still around. I have seriously considered talking to her about it.
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I guess when we are young we think we are so invisible and smart but thinking back I was so naive. I was caught once by my mom wearing her red skirt and pantyhose. She asked me why I did that and I just didn't answer her and that was it. I had a drawer with pantyhose in it and I would find them washed and folded neatly at times and never wonder who did it.
I knew she knew because one night she left some clothes in the bathroom before bed and my father seen them and thought they were mine because my father told me that my mother told him that she caught me and that I had a stash of pantyhose. After that night we didn't talk for five years till I got married and I guess he thought I was normal at that point.
It's strange at times how our emotions work because a few years back I wanted to come clean to my mom and tell her, I don't know why. My wife told me that she was eighty nine at the time and to maybe let her enjoy the rest of her life and not put this out now at her age. I see it in my wife once you become a mom, she will climb the highest mountain and swim the longest river to protect and make sure her children are happy.
No, I did not tell anyone. However, I was always supposed to be a girl, something I was reminded of often. I wonder if that has something to do with my desires to crossdress or even be a girl. For me, early on, as young as 3 yrs old, I loved and still do like girdles. Still remember when mom got her first long leg girdle vs the open bottom girdles that were the norm at the time. I couldn't wait to try it on (by that time I was a little older.)
Never considered telling her or anyone for that matter. She caught me playing around with my sisters swim suits - I was actually trying to convince a few buddies of mine to try them on which even sounds very bizarre to me - talk about a pink fog! She just said stay away from their suits.
No idea how she would have reacted to an actual conversation about cd although she came to accept my gay brother so maybe it would have been ok? Looking back wish I had talked to him about it, but again this was the 70?s.
My mom passed away in November 2024 from cancer. As far as I know, she never knew about my dressing, and I certainly would never have told her, as she was very religious, and openly trans/homophobic, so she wouldn't have been accepting of it at all.
Nope! Mom's not a dog but at 91 we're not teaching her any new tricks. She said a long time ago I never want to talk about it again unless you're giving it up. It was at that moment i knew I'd never talk about it again with her. I never actually brought it up. Back when I was living at home she saw makeup i left out. That's when she said that.
My condolences on the loss of your mother, Mari.
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My mother caught me wearing one of her bras I found in the laundry hamper when I was 11 or 12 years old. I was very embarrassed at the time, but she didn’t make a big deal out of it. Wish I could remember exactly what we both said, but the fact I don’t suggests she wasn’t very upset and didn’t make it an issue. In retrospect, I’ve long thought she knew I had been trying on her bras before she actually caught me.
Did I tell her? No. Was it discovered? Yes, when I was 15 or 16. It probably would have been better if I had told her, mistakes were made from both of us but it didn’t negatively impact our overall relationship.
It did teach me to be upfront about it when I was dating my now wife. I made sure to tell her fairly early on in our relationship.
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I'd only been dressing for a few years before my mum passed away (and that was only stockings in the bedroom, for the sexual thrill of it all).
It feels like I was a completely different person back then, there'd have been no way I could have told her - though I suppose because for a long time it was only a sexual thing and really, what guy talks about sex stuff with their mother, particularly when it's something unusual/a kink/etc. Which is very much what it felt I was doing, back in those days.
When she was terminal but still up and about she did tell me it'd be OK if I was gay. I was still trying to come to terms with realising I was bi at that time so didn't admit to that either.
It's funny how time changes you though.
I think I would have liked to have told her and I'm absolutely certain she'd have been fine with it. If it made me happy I think it'd have been OK with her.
I'm actually now only a few years away from being the age she was when she died and I do think that the sense of mortality that's given me has played a part in the feeling of "life's too short not to be who you really are" that I've had this last year or two.
No I didn't but I wanted to. I was working up to tell her but unfortunately she passed before I got to do so. She may have known but she never said anything.
I don't wish to change my gender I just want to change my clothes.
No, I never did tell her but I did suspect that she suspected that someone was raiding the clothes hamper. I could tell because all of a sudden the panties and bras were not there. I started to lay low after that.
No I never told my Mother, although I am fairly certain that she knew. But I never even thought about using any of her clothes or shoes. I believe that had I done so, there would have been serious reprocusions. Instead I used my older sister's stuff.
Now that I come to think about it, there was one dress that I cannot recall my sister wearing, but it was always easilly available to me, only disappeared when my sister got married and left home.
I did, in both unsaid ways and later in life directly. I confessed to my mother when I was about 12 that I wanted to dress up as a girl for halloween. She was completely on board. Shoes, socks, dress, training bra. No wig or makeup. It was fun and I loved it. But I felt guilty and tried my best to downplay how happy I was about it. I'm sure she understood. When I was young I was often told by my mother's friends what a pretty girl I would have made!
Later in life, my crossdressing was a serious friction point in my marriage. My now x would often say how she felt so alone with this secret so I told her I would inform my mother so she would not have to carry this "burden" alone. My x thought that was a great idea in hopes that it would help my mother understand why my x was sometimes so difficult to be around. It did not work out the way my x was hoping. I shared my secret with my mother who simply shook her head and said, "it's not that big of deal and she should not be reacting this way towards me". I love and miss my mother very much ( she passed away 13 years ago)
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